Lust Not Love Ch. 02

This was too much, I had to make my move now. I almost sprinted to where she stood in front of the waterfall and moved in really close behind her. My God, the moment of truth, how would she react? I had to admit I was actually nervous. I pushed the front of me against the back of her from shoulders to knees and folded my arms quickly around her, my palms clasping a breast – both covered by the wet material of her dress - in each. Would she swear and curse at me, would she get her arms free and slap me, maybe even knee me in the groin? Or would she melt into my arms and give me everything I wanted – and unbeknown to her, everything her husband wanted to?

"No!" she shouted quite defiantly above the sound of the falls and for just a moment I thought that I was in for a battle to seduce her. Caroline turned and twisted within my hold, her hands dropped the hem of her dress that she had held up in front of her, and those hands made a weak and futile attempt to wrest my hands from her breasts. 'Is this the best you can do in dissuading me,' I thought, 'I'm not convinced that you really want me to stop.' I was less nervous.

She half turned around to face me ... I couldn't work out if she just wanted to read the look on my face, maybe gauge how serious I was to have her, or was she wanting to say something ... to tell me something. The move exposed so much of her neck, I was immediately attracted to the idea of kissing her there. My mouth dropped and my lips secured a hold with lips and tongue back up. It must have scared her and she yelped at me, "No, stop! No love bites, please."

That wasn't saying stop this now ... that was actually saying don't leave any evidence that my husband might see. Emboldened by what I observed to be only token resistance, my right hand pulled away the material of her dress from her right breast and moved it to below the smooth underside curve of this great orb. Then my fingers curved around the damp flesh of the now naked breast, teasing and pinching her nipple, rolling it under my fingers, stroking the soft smooth surface with my finger pads.

"Oh God, no ... please stop! Don't do this to me!" she begged plaintively and my mind struggled to interpret woman-speak. Did this mean 'I really wish you would stop this instant because I don't want you to keep doing this?' Most unlikely was my judgement as I considered the alternative: 'I have to beg you to stop because I don't want you to think of me as a slut, but actually I'm hoping that you'll fuck me solidly until I cum ... please!'

I had contemplated more foreplay while I held her there in front of the waterfall, so close that her only escape, without being drenched, was to push me out of the way, a physical impossibility. But this was going so well that I now took a hold of her firmly and shuffled our closely held bodies over to the end of the picnic table, just as her husband had directed me to do 16 hours ago.

I pressed the front of her hips hard against the table's edge, all the while maintaining my mouth's hold on her bare neck. My left hand grasped her dress at her left breast and pulled it down and away, leaving the elasticised top of her bodice around her waist. The fingers on my left hand did everything to that sensitive nipple that my right hand had already done to her right.

This was going well, Peter should be deliriously happy watching from the bushes somewhere behind me. With one of her breasts in each hand, her body felt so malleable to my desires. My head dipped over the front of her shoulder just as my hand pushed her right breast up to meet my lips that latched onto her nipple. I felt her whole body shudder under the lustful pressure applied by my mouth.

I sensed that about now Caroline had determined that the battle was lost, she was resigned to my taking her in whichever way I chose. Yet she seemed to be still clinging to the belief that while her body had betrayed her, words could still salvage her reputation with me, make her not appear to be an easy lay. Some debate followed between us, she telling me that I didn't really want this and that it was not as if we were friends so I should just let her be. Well, in response, I took an arrogant stance, boasting how much she needed me, wanted me, had to have me so badly.

I removed my hands from her breasts and placed one in the middle of her back, pressing her whole upper body down toward the table surface. She straightened her arms out in front of her and placed her hands firmly on the table, attempting to hold herself up. I grabbed a hold of the hem of her dress in back and I hauled it up over her thighs, even over her arse, rolling it neatly to lie in the middle of her back. That dress didn't cover much at all now because most of her back was bare too.

Bent forward as she was, her hipster panties barely covered the crack of her arse. I kicked on to the next stage, unzipping my shorts and reaching in to pull my hard-on out, then using my fingers in a feather-like caress of the backs of her tender thighs. She sounded and moved like she liked that, even cheekily pushing her arse back to feel more of my touch. I slipped my fingers on either side into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down firmly, letting them drop to around her ankles.

Caroline's wonderful arse was now completely exposed to me, her crack spread just enough to reveal a glimpse of that winking anal ring. My cock tip, now oozing pre-cum, swiped across the smooth surface of her skin ... I think she worked out pretty quickly what it was. Exposing my cock to her, even if unseen, had raised this seduction to the next level ... it inferred that my cock was definitely going inside some part of her.

Her upper body was now flat on the old wooden table top and she expressed concern that she might get wood splinters in her breasts. They were too good to be blemished in that way so I eased her shoulders up off the table and pulled the bodice of her dress up over her breasts as protection before pushing her down flat again.

Now pinned in such a position of surrender, she seemed to want to express one last show of resistance and she wriggled and squirmed her arse around as if trying to get her body out from under the tight press of mine behind her. However, the wriggling move actually caught my erection between those succulent cheeks, trapping me there, barely an inch from her charming little rosebud.

Although I would gladly have accommodated her if I thought she wanted my cock up her arse, Peter had not expressed any intention for me to have her anally. Nevertheless, I taunted her, "So that's where you want it, my sweetness. Looks like my lucky day."

"No, no, please Jerry, I don't like it that way," she squealed loudly enough for me to hear above the roar of the falling water.

My fingers slipped between those smooth thighs and I pressed on each inner thigh, indicating to her that I wanted them spread to give me better access to her treats. Without protest, almost eagerly, she lifted one foot out of the discarded panties that had bound her ankles together. She moved her feet well apart, this move now opening her arse cheeks out so wide that her two orifices were wantonly revealed before me. My eyes relished this magnificent sight.

I bent my knees and positioned my cock tip just below her tight anal ring, gently pressing it against the bottom end of the lips of her outer labia. There was already moisture from within her body and my oozing cock tip supplied more as I slid my hard-on into the groove between her spread thighs. "I think I'm a bit sticky there," she confirmed for me without protest.

She was and I told her, "All the better to slide into you," as I plunged my cock all the way through until my tip grazed her budding clitoris, her whole body shuddering at the intimate contact, her thighs clamping on my shaft.

She obviously liked the contact, although she half turned her head and said something about "the last chance" and "your friendship with Peter." I didn't catch it all above the sound of the falls, but I think she was making a last futile and unconvincing request for me to give up my prize.

I gave a response that I felt probably covered whatever final plea she might have made, "Don't tell me you think that my having you is going to upset my friendship with Pete. Man, you so don't know your husband."

By now, I was withdrawing my cock shaft down between those wet outer labia lips, pausing at the entrance to her cunt and then plunging it firmly all the way back until the tip hit her clit. Her labia opened up wider with every stroke and I was now between those wetter satiny inner lips. Her body was literally trembling beneath me with each maddening plunge.

I was teasing her with a sample of what was about to enter her, even though her body seemed that it was ready now. All on her own, she spread her legs even wider, her arms locked as her hands gripped the table edges like they were bracing for the full force of my entry, and she humped her arse back at me in seeming anticipation.

"See, I knew it," I taunted her, "you are so hot for my cock."

I had embarked on what I expected to be a brief uneventful trip home, yet here I was alone with a wonderful woman and approval by her husband to fuck her. The incredible bonus was that she seemed to want it as much as Peter did.

I was in no hurry and Peter wanted a lot of material for his cameras, so I continued to teasingly slide my cock shaft up and down within her wet outer channel. But to my surprise – and I'll bet to Peter's surprise too – his lovely wife suddenly dropped all pretence of being the unwilling seduced, turning her head right around and screaming at me at the top of her voice, "Stick the fucking thing in NOW!"

Wow, I sure couldn't deny a request like that and I think that her words stiffened my cock even more. She was obviously in heat and was now demanding that I be inside her. I threw my head back, giving off a raucous laugh at her carnal plea, then I centred my cock-head at the opening of her cunt and I humped my hips forward so solidly that my cock plunged all the way deep inside her in one maddening thrust.

She screamed a guttural loud "YESSSSSS!!" and her echo resounded back out of the valley, telling anyone within miles of our remote location of her enthusiastic contentment at finally being fucked.

Once fully inside her, I didn't hesitate to reflect on the beautiful moment of full entry, the intense pleasures of having her tight passage gripping every inch of my cock. No, there would be time later – when I had cum – to savour all that. For now, I was a man on a mission. I wanted my own pleasure, my ego wanted to give this woman pleasure like she hadn't felt before, and I was intent on delivering some strange mental pleasure to my old school buddy.

I quickly withdrew my hard-on until only the head barely clung to the lips of her cunt, and then plunged it deeply back inside her just as I had the first time. I didn't stop, just dropped into an almost mechanical rhythm, pushing my hips forward to drive my erection deep inside Caroline in piston-like strokes, moving at a very rapid speed. I prided myself on my fitness and I had learned over the years with many women that I could keep this pace up for 15 or 20 minutes if I needed to.

But I didn't feel like I would need to with this woman. She was on heat, squirming and wriggling around, seeming to want to feel every inch of me in every tiny corner of her passage. She was hot and I wondered if she was ever this hot for her husband. Had I unleashed a passion that might surprise Peter?

I must say that with the onslaught that I was delivering to her cunt, I had expected that she would cum within 2 minutes. But I am guessing that it must have been about 5 before her head started to move around crazily, her hair flailing about and I could hear her orgasmic gasps and moans, even above the sound of the waterfall.

Her second came much quicker and even without being able to see her face, I guessed that a second cumming was a complete surprise to her, based on her scream, "No ... oh God no, I can't!" Maybe Peter didn't deliver her seconds. Well, I sure did – regularly with the women I had fucked – and I was proud to bring her off like that. She went off like a firecracker, her hips shoving back at me as best they could, her passage clamping around my invading cock.

I guessed that as well as a natural reaction to cumming twice, she might also be trying to shake my cum loose, to have me cum with her. Sure enough, "Oh cum with me," she begged before her body gave in to the power of the orgasm and she crumpled against the table top.

I was ready by now and rather than prolong this episode to a ridiculous length, I yelled, "You got it, sweetheart," then plunged inside her several more times before I felt my cock spasming within her walls and I delivered life-creating sperm to her deepest recesses. As my cock continued to jerk out its release, I hoped that Peter got the scenes that he craved to satisfy his carnal urges. I looked around, wondering where exactly the camera was, intending to give my look of self-satisfaction at a job well done.

While I might gloat at my sexual achievement with the wife of my old school buddy and he himself might revel in the scene he had just watched and filmed, I realised that the hot body beneath me may now have a different reaction. Now that the sexual heat of the moment was passing, remorse might kick in, even anger at my having seduced her. And not knowing that her husband had ordered her seduction, she might also be feeling incredible guilt at giving her body to me.

Showing due concern, I asked, "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I'm good," she told me, trying to turn her head to look back at the man whose cock still stiffly and wetly filled her cunt.

"Only good, I hoped you'd be better than good," I asked, fishing for her best praise.

"Jesus, bloody men and their egos ... alright, it was great, one of the best I've ever had, although I would have preferred to watch you while you were doing me. I'm not too fussed about doggie."

"Sorry about that, Caroline, but I couldn't be sure how much you'd go for it. I needed you in a position where I could dominate. You looked like you enjoyed yourself though?"

She managed a lazy smile, "You'd be right about that."

"Just like I was right about how much you needed it?" I taunted her.

"Yeah, I'll give you that too, although it's interesting to hear you concede that you didn't know how much I'd go for it. Sounds like you weren't quite as cock-sure about me wanting you as you implied."

I could be heading for dangerous ground. I didn't want to admit or imply that Peter put me up to this. So I distracted her by pulling my still quite hard cock from inside of her cunt. I pulled the weight of my upper body up from her and she slowly lifted hers from up off the table, straightening up, Her dress that I had folded in the middle of her back, dropped back down over her thighs.

Before she could think about moving away, I spun her whole body around and lifted her, plonking her arse down on the edge of the table. I quickly pushed her dress up in front, spread her thighs and slipped my cock back up to the entrance to her cunt. Her lips were still spread and I managed to get the head in easily.

"My God, you're still big," she gasped excitedly, giving me a warm smile ... she was really into this, I hoped Peter could cope with her infidelity. With little hesitation, I slid the rest of my shaft back deep inside her, but now I could watch the reaction on her face. She seemed to like doing that too. She wrapped her arms around my broad shoulders and stared up into my eyes warmly.

I fucked her slowly this time, giving her a different style of love making, unsure of how Peter would be reacting as he watched his wife smiling and hugging me while my cock did wondrous things inside her body. It went on for quite a while ... she came yet again and I did too. It was great!

Finally, after experiencing such intense and warm pleasure with this hot woman, I disentangled our limbs and eased my now drooping (and dripping) cock from her body. We didn't hang around there at the waterfall. We each set about restoring our clothing in what was perhaps an awkward time since we didn't really know each other that well. Yet we had just fucked each other silly.

I followed her back down the trail, and despite having cum twice, I still enjoyed ogling her arse as we walked. Back at her house, I left her alone and retired to my room. I wondered what she was feeling now, whether any remorse had set in and whether she would want to tell Peter what she had experienced this day. If she did tell him, and if he chose to tell her that he was the one who had set it up, what would be Caroline's reaction. Would she feel used by both we men, or would she accept that she derived more sexual pleasure than she usually did in one day?

We three enjoyed dinner at their home that night even though it was my last night in town. I was due back in London by Friday night. There was some conversation around the table, but it seemed stilted. All three of us knew what had gone on, but only one thought that only two knew. She was obviously nervous that I might spill the beans.

I was disappointed when Caroline and Peter both decided that they would retire to bed early. I had harboured a secret wish that the whole story might be revealed through the evening and that the two of them might invite me to have Caroline one more time. I am sure that she would have liked that ... I know I would and surely Peter would satisfy his voyeuristic tendencies one more time.

But it wasn't to be. Later, as I drifted off to sleep, I could hear the two of them at it and I could only guess that she now knew the whole story ... and accepted it.

To be continued